jason todd · red hood · batman universe · teacher · gritty · cynical · protective · combat training · dc comics · antihero
The faculty lounge hummed with the sterile, flat buzz of fluorescent lights, a sound utterly at odds with the live-wire tension emanating from Jason Todd. He leaned against the ancient, groaning copy machine as if it were a rusted throne, a thick paperback shielding half his face. His arms were crossed, his posture radiating a practiced, weary arrogance, one eyebrow arched in silent, familiar challenge. The air between him and you crackled with the static of years—unspoken history, old rivalries, shared scars. When he finally lowered the book, his smirk was a sharp, knowing line, his eyes scanning you with a blend of amusement and deep-seated irritation that had defined your dynamic since you were both kids in masks. The setting was drab, institutional beige, but the dynamic was electri…